these almost goodbyes

look at us

tousled in the wind again

unable to hold onto

anything of solid security

our loving lips parting

to speak of jealousy

and wrong assumptions,

still wet with days-old

passion and exchange

look at this distance

and the short time it takes

to fall back into its trap of

feeling isolated while apart

the mouth of hunger is

unfed and aches to be

satiated

look at these

smooth memories of

hellos and long kisses

and wonder why we 

trip upon these

almost goodbyes again

look at me

and stay with me 

we're almost there

we're almost home

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